“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”
— William Gibson, Neuromancer

Sometimes systems keep moving long after they’ve lost the signal.
Decisions are made, roles reshuffled, urgency performed.
But beneath the surface—there’s disconnection.

What once aimed to build something meaningful
begins to chase appearances.
And motion replaces direction.

It’s not always dramatic.
Sometimes it’s just the quiet drift
from clarity to static.

Not everyone notices when the signal goes out.
But eventually, the work becomes noise.
And the sky turns grey.